Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Nas,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.